Early in the morning of the Quidditch World Cup, an alarm clock in the shape of a thorny bird cage woke Brian from his sleep. He turned out a black robe and put it on his body, then walked downstairs.

His parents had packed up and waited there.

Mr. Foley was wearing a black robe with luxurious and mysterious silver patterns embroidered with a lazy expression.

Mrs. Fley stood aside with her hands in her hands, wearing a wide-edged black top hat with gauze on her head, and her slim black robe was as beautifully designed as a dress, dressed as if she was going to a dance party.

Mr. Fry looked at the time and took the family to the dense woods near the site. Next to him were two exhausted and gloomy wizards, dressed in strange muggles and holding a roll of thick parchment. One of them squeezed out a smile after seeing Mr. Fry.

"Good morning, Mr. Fley and Lady," said the wizard. He rummaged through the parchment in his hand and said tiredly: "About five minutes, you are on the first floor, and the campkeeper is Mr. Roberts."

At this time, the family's phantom appeared again. Another male witch came over with a tired look on her face. They had been here for the whole night.

"Good morning, Lucius." Mr. Fry waved with a smile.

The Malfoy family has come, and they are all dressed in black, dressed like a gangster gathering.

The two families greeted each other and walked towards the venue together. Draco blinked at Brian and lowered his voice: "I heard from my dad that Ludo Bagmann had a bet and I want to bet Ireland to win."

"I think it should be the Ireland team that won, but Wickor Krum would catch the Golden Snitch," Brian recalled.

"How is this possible? That's a bit outrageous..." Draco said, "I think if this happens, Bagman would probably jump out of the stands on the spot."

As they spoke, they passed through a door, in front of it was a small stone house, and behind it were hundreds of strangely shaped tents.

There was a man standing at the door of the stone house. It could be seen that this was a real muggle. He showed a strange expression after seeing the wizard robe worn by a group of people.

Similarly, the Malfoy family also showed disgust, as if they had seen something dirty. Mr. Fley narrowed his eyes and showed a smile. Mrs. Fley just glanced at Mr. Roberts, but there was no change in expression.

"Oh, who are you? Do you have a tent booking?" asked Mr. Roberts vigilantly.

At this moment, a wizard in bloomers fell from the sky, pointed at Roberts with his wand, and sternly said: "All forget is empty!"

Suddenly, Roberts' eyes dissipated, showing a look of dazedness and indifferent to anything.

"I think you shouldn't dress so weird...at least you can learn from me." The wizard pointed to the suit top and bloomers he was wearing, and said helplessly, "I have to recite the forgetting spell more than ten times a day. I really want to end all this early..."

The wizard said, and pulled out a camp plan from the dazed Mr. Roberts and handed it to them, saying, "Please inside." After that, he moved his figure.

The group entered the camp, and Mr. Furley glanced at the Muggle and whispered something to Lucius, with a playful expression without any good intentions.

The ground was covered by thin mist, and there were two rows of long tents next to the road. Most of them were ordinary, but there were always some too exaggerated. Brian even saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building.

They stopped by a clearing area, and there was a small sign next to it: Fly Malfoy and his family walked to a clearing area opposite.

"Okay, I'll look for our tent." Mr. Fry pulled out his wand and waved it. A black tent appeared out of thin air in the open space. The brackets jumped to where they should be, supporting the entire tent.

Soon, the tall tent was set up, which was taller than Mr. Verley, and in front was a gorgeous black door that did not look like a tent at all, but a small house, with a small pavilion outside the door.

The family walked in and Brian looked back and saw that the tent of Malfoy's family had been set up. Well, it looked like a small palace, on two floors.

The tent was unexpectedly spacious and bright, with three bedrooms, a clean and bright living room, a kitchen and bathroom, and a house elf preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

The sound insulation of the tent is very good, and I can't hear the noise outside as soon as I walked in.

After the family had breakfast, Mr. Foley smiled and said, "I heard that Ludo Bagman had a bet, I have to go and have a look... Of course, the Irish team will definitely win, I think."

"It's better to bet on Ireland to win, but Wickor Klum will catch the golden thief." Brian repeated again, "But be prepared to not get back the gambling debt..."

"Oh, are you sure?" Mr. Fry narrowed his eyes, "This is a crazy decision that only a real gambler would make, Brian."

Brian shrugged.

"Haha, but I can also take some money to play..." Mr. Foley changed his tone, "Well, for the sake of happiness. Okay, I'll go find a few friends." He said, and walked out of the tent with brisk steps. Now he really looks like a prodigal son.

Mrs. Fley sighed in disagreement, but said nothing, and instead went to visit her friends.

Brian walked out of the tent and sat in the small pavilion outside the door to drink black tea. Soon, the venue gradually became lively. Draco, Theodore and Brees all came over, and the group gathered together to talk about the holiday.

"Oh, it's so unlucky, I mean last semester." Brees lost a little weight and looked a little melancholy. "After I got home on Christmas, I was locked in the basement by my father! It was not until the end of the semester that I was found by my mother... Oh my God, he was simply crazy!"

"What? Haven't you been teaching us all the time?" Draco's gray eyes widened.

"So he pretended to be me..." Brees said with a slight face, "Don't tell me what he did to ruin my reputation, such as falling in love with a dozen girls or something..."

"Well... you can rest assured that he is normal, at least much normal than you..." Although Theodore also found it incredible, he still reluctantly comforted his friend.

"I didn't feel comforted at all..." Brees rolled his eyes and said angrily, "That old bastard!"

"After all, it's your father... he has passed away." Theodore said.

"Haha, it's not the first time I've died of my father, I've been used to it." Brees sneered, "But it's the first time I think this is worthy of happiness, it's so satisfying!"

"Well, by the way...why did he pretend you were going to Hogwarts for?" Draco said in a low voice.

"I don't know either. Mom said he had been mysterious that year." Brees couldn't help but lower his voice, "I dare say he must have discovered that there was a treasure in the school!"

Brian couldn't help but smile as they were guessing around there.

Time passed quickly, and excitement filled the camp. At dusk, the Ministry of Magic seemed to have finally given up the signs of concealing magic. The phantom-moving hawkers descended from the sky, and the carriage was filled with strange things. The little wizards bought what they liked, and Draco stuffed his pockets.

A deep and thick gong sound came from the distance from the woods, and the red and green lanterns lit up in an instant, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"Time is up!" said Mr. Fley.

Thousands of people walked quickly into the woods along the passage, and there was a huge stadium on the clearings in the forest. I heard that the 500 staff of the Ministry of Magic had been busy for a whole year before building this stadium that could accommodate 100,000 spectators.

At the entrance of the stadium, they met the Minister of Magic Connelly Forge, who greeted Mr. Furley with a warm smile.

"Ah, Albert, you're here!" Fudge greeted with a smile and reached out.

"Connelly," Mr. Foley reached out and shook Foggy, and smiled, "This is my wife Betty, and my son Brian."

"Oh, hello, hello." Fudge bowed slightly to Mrs. Fry, and then looked at Brian kindly and said, "I know you, Brian, well, the outstanding student of Hogwarts, almost received the third-level medal of the Knights of Merlin last semester..."

"Hmm?" Mr. Foley's gaze became sharp in an instant.

Brian sighed helplessly, left his head away, not wanting to speak.

Forge blinked and continued, "Of course, it's only a little bit short, if Sirius Black hadn't escaped..."

Mrs. Fley patted Brian's shoulder with laughter and cry.

"First class, top floor private room!" The witch at the entrance interrupted the slightly stagnant atmosphere, "Go to the top!"

They walked to the highest point of the stadium and entered a small box facing the golden goal post.
Chapter completed!